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boyfriend a girl could ask for.
en Jim Donovan’s voice rings out from just behind us on the stage. He must’ve crept onto it
while everyone else was distracted. I brace myself for the worst.
“ey ried the game!” he screams into the microphone, picking up a tiny piece of paper with the
numbers I’d told Olivia to give to her mom. He waves it madly around in the air, all hell breaking loose
in the cafetorium.
Tyler Poland launches his lucky rocks at us as Jim catapults himself off the stage in our direction.
I grab Blake’s hand, our fingers lacing together. “Run!”
We bolt for the back doors, Matt holding them open for us, all of us laughing as we fly through the
parking lot, running in between the parked cars, the wind tuing at our hair as our shoes slap against
the pavement.
Blake looks back at me with that mischievous smile that completely upended my world for the
better. She looks ahead and so do I, as she pulls me forward along with her, everything clicking
perfectly into place in exactly the way that my mom always talked about. A way that makes me feel…
Well.
Lucky.